Poems (Crandall)/Two Little Girls
Two Little Girls
Two little girls are swinging Up in the tree top high;Two little voices singing, "Rockabye, baby, bye."
Wild as the woods around them, Free as the birds of the air,Not a thought of danger Not a single care.
Nature's joyous children, Slowly to and fro,Sway with the slender tree top; Softly the breezes blow,
Kissing the glowing faces; Tossing the sunlit curls;Hark! 'tis a father calling, "Down from there, quick, you girls."
Two little girls are standing, Arms extended wide,"Teeter—teetertotter," Up and down they ride,
On a board well balanced Top of the high rail fence.Now, calls a frightened mother, "Girls, you will break your necks."
Two little girls in the hay barn, Running the highest beam;Two little girls on an old log, Crossing the swollen stream.
Two little rogues are missing, Gone from their haunts away;Search each nook and corner Where they loved to play.
Deep in the forest shadows Where spring blossoms blow;Under the giant chestnut, Down where the berries grow.
But you'll never find them, All your efforts vain;Nor would we recall them The path to try again.
Oh, blessed, blessed childhood, When life seemed pure and true;Sweet, loving, trusting childhood For evermore, adieu.